It was evening, and a pleasant atmosphere of comfort and revelry enveloped London. In the central tower of Olympus, where the gods dwelled in the modern age, it was quiet. On her 1777th floor, Aphrodite dressed in splendid red lingerie adorned with fiery feathers cascading along her shoulders. She lay in bed, the mood playful and enticing. Aphrodite grabbed her phone and dialed Eros' number, greeted by a pleasant and arousing male voice, "Greetings, Aphrodite. I'm delighted to hear from you. What do I owe the pleasure of this call?" Aphrodite had a plan, and she trembled with excitement in her luxurious bedroom, amidst a hundred pillows, sliding on a pleasant blanket, feeling the joy of their connection. She said, "I want to connect with you through the magic of voice and experience a thousand orgasms right now!" Eros was ready for such a turn of events and immediately engaged in her game, responding with reciprocity.<br><br>In that sacred evening under the heavenly Olympus, where

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